Chapter 38 The Island

• After that, the whole day took on a dreamlike quality. Everything moved fast. They’d been transported swiftly through the airport in Rome, seemingly unfettered by the restrictions that plagued the ordinary traveler.
• A long black car had driven them across the airport to where a black helicopter waited for them, the blades already turning as they pulled up beside it. Stefan had steered her from the car and helped her climb on board and fasten the safety harness.
• She was sitting ramrod straight in the seat, her knuckles white as they gripped the armrests, her heart beating fast with excitement. Stefan pried open the fingers of the hand closest to him, loosening its deathlike grip, tugging it toward him.